Jason Shiga (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} shiga) wrote,@ 2003-01-01 12:32:00 |
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My New Years
I spent New Years with a friend who shall remain nameless. We were at a bar in Berkeley that shall also remain nameless. It shall remain nameless because I forgot its name. About 15 minutes before midnight a woman, for no apparent reason, joined us at our table and engaged my friend in conversation. Then at midnight, she started making out with him under the flimsy pretext of following the New Years tradition of making out with the closest person next to you when the clock strikes twelve. These two were going at it for about two minutes. I didn't want to interrupt them so I just sat there sipping my glass of water. Eventually all my water was drunk so I just pretended to sip water from the empty cup.
By the way, this woman was incredibly attractive. She was so attractive and my friend had such low self-esteem, he was convinced she must have been rolling or drunk or just blindly following New Years tradition. By his rationale if she had just happened to be sitting next to Sloth from the Goonies she'd have no choice but to start licking Baby Ruth off his lips. In truth, my friend is quite good looking. He is so good looking, I assumed he was gay the first time I met him. Anyways, back to the story…
During some down time, I made an excuse about wanting to catch the last bus and excused myself. They politely insisted on me staying but I left anyhow. When I got to the bus stop, I checked the schedule and found it wasn't actually arriving for another half hour. It was pretty cold so I kept warm by walking back and forth and rubbing my hands together. I thought about heading back but in such a situation, I usually defer to the golden rule. In this case, if I were my friend I'd want me to remain at the bus stop so I could continue my molesting uninterrupted. Jesus would have been proud of me. Meanwhile, it was getting pretty cold and as it was midnight, everything else was closed. I thought maybe I could sneak back into the bar without them seeing me. I peeked in the window and saw my friend showing the woman his sketchbook. I figured it was safe to return so I did.
I spent New Years with a friend who shall remain nameless. We were at a bar in Berkeley that shall also remain nameless. It shall remain nameless because I forgot its name. About 15 minutes before midnight a woman, for no apparent reason, joined us at our table and engaged my friend in conversation. Then at midnight, she started making out with him under the flimsy pretext of following the New Years tradition of making out with the closest person next to you when the clock strikes twelve. These two were going at it for about two minutes. I didn't want to interrupt them so I just sat there sipping my glass of water. Eventually all my water was drunk so I just pretended to sip water from the empty cup.
By the way, this woman was incredibly attractive. She was so attractive and my friend had such low self-esteem, he was convinced she must have been rolling or drunk or just blindly following New Years tradition. By his rationale if she had just happened to be sitting next to Sloth from the Goonies she'd have no choice but to start licking Baby Ruth off his lips. In truth, my friend is quite good looking. He is so good looking, I assumed he was gay the first time I met him. Anyways, back to the story…
During some down time, I made an excuse about wanting to catch the last bus and excused myself. They politely insisted on me staying but I left anyhow. When I got to the bus stop, I checked the schedule and found it wasn't actually arriving for another half hour. It was pretty cold so I kept warm by walking back and forth and rubbing my hands together. I thought about heading back but in such a situation, I usually defer to the golden rule. In this case, if I were my friend I'd want me to remain at the bus stop so I could continue my molesting uninterrupted. Jesus would have been proud of me. Meanwhile, it was getting pretty cold and as it was midnight, everything else was closed. I thought maybe I could sneak back into the bar without them seeing me. I peeked in the window and saw my friend showing the woman his sketchbook. I figured it was safe to return so I did.
